By David Glenn Cox
It is only a shot across the bow, but it is a shot at least. Donald Trump aka, “The Thing” has been cited by the judge for contempt. One thousand dollars for each of nine Trump Twuth Social posts attacking witnesses. Gamesmanship and getting pretty close to the edge. The Judge telling team Trump, You are pushing my buttons. Don’t make me take this to the next level.
But that’s exactly what Trump wants, he wants to stir the pot and create a controversy. Never mind how guilty I am. Look what they are doing to poor, poor me. Trump is trying to weaponize the intellectually bereft and the focus deprived into action. And while the strategy might seem a little bit bizarre, it is all that Trump has left to fight with at the Bully’s last redoubt.
Oh yeah, I got a lot of friends, you know. Lots and lots of friends and they won’t take very kindly to you prosecuting me! You wouldn’t want to ever make them angry. Rise my sleeping children! Avenge me! And yes, a grand delusion plays a great sad part in all this. Does Donald Trump actually believe it himself? Or is it all just misdirection for the low IQ theater viewers? Hasn’t he noticed the absence of angry followers outside of his trial, raising hell and demanding his release? “I’m ready for my close-up now, Mister Deville.”
Maybe they are all just waiting for the right moment to spring forth? Maybe after watching the Jan 6th idiots lose everything and marched off to Federal prison has had the desired effect. Cooler heads prevailing in cult households across America with “The hell you’re going down there! We are not losing this house over Donald Trump! You just sit your butt back down in the recliner, you ain’t going no place.” Conservative media calls them political prisoners. But the key word here is prisoner (in fact) and not political in opinion.
Trump is counterpunching from a position of weakness. And the harder Don punches, the weaker the threats become. You just wait! You’ll be sorry! My minions should be along any minute now. And then you’ll see! They aren’t going like this, you know. There are millions of them, and they are coming! Just wait! Just you wait, you’ll see! Any minute now!
Trump says, if he doesn’t win the election there might be more trouble like January 6th. Depending on whether Trump feels the election was fair to him or not. But if he feels cheated…watch out! Should we contact a psychic or an astrologer to find out? Maybe fire up the old devil’s hotline Ouija board. Satan…are you there? Will Donald Trump throw a hissy fit if he loses the election? Will he piss and moan like a small child dropping their ice cream cone in the sand?
But Donald Trump would like nothing better than to spend a night in jail. Look at what they’re doing to poor, poor me! They put me in jail! Do you believe that? For the first time ever, a former President goes to jail. Me! Me! Look what they are doing to Me! Never mind my repeatedly willfully violating a legitimate court order. They’re all out to get me!
Trump’s gamesmanship is a single use type. Once Trump is sentenced to spend the night in jail. The precedence and shock value of the sentence is diluted. Next time the headline will read, “TRUMP RETURNS TO JAIL!” Maybe next time around an angry Judge might sentence Donald Trump to a week in jail for contempt. Normalizing the audience to Trump’s captivity. After a while, it becomes barely newsworthy.
What ever happened to ole Donald Trump? Is he still sitting in Jail?
The orange Tidy bowl man is circling the drain but wants his cult to believe he’s still sailing a battleship. Preserving the illusion Donald Trump is still somehow in control. One night in jail takes away that provenance forever. One day, one week, one month or five years. The very second that the jail door slams shut, Donald Trump moves from former President to current inmate.
All the panache will be gone. Trump is giving interviews in his orange jumpsuit on the telephone through the plexiglass window on visiting day. Press pool photos of Donald Trump walking in the prison yard. Shocking this week and soon forgotten in a month or so. Silence is golden, and Trump in jail will get a truckload of golden silence. Remember now, Trump supporters have a notoriously short attention span.
Some controversy could erupt dividing NASCAR or WrestleMania and Trump could find himself moved to the back burner of the stove and forgotten.
A brand-new art of the deal; I traded three Marlboro’s for a cup a soup and a Ramen Noodle. He had originally wanted four Marlboros, but I talked him down. I gave him the fourth Marlboro, just so he wouldn’t kick my ass. Trump with a new prison tat, “Born to Lie.”
The candidate formally known as Ron DeSantis comes to Trump to kiss ass and smooch on nut sacks. Gee, I know you called me every name in the book Mr. Trump. Ha, ha, I never really took it personally. But ah, by the way. I’ve never killed any animals, you know? Not even one! Gee, you treated me like shit, but I’d sure would like to be on your team! You know, if you happen to have any sudden openings or anything, please keep me in mind! I’ll be unemployed soon with no commitments.
One more circle around the drain as Trump declares his support for monitoring pregnant women. An eccentric orbit can only become more eccentric. Until it either collapses in on itself or breaks free and is lost in space forever.
Only a Grand Illusion of Trump the powerful remains. “I’ll throw lightning bolts! I’ll make the rivers run backwards! You’ll see! I know where you live!”
“Gentlemen, gentlemen! I won't take any more credit for this victory than necessary. Lord Kitschener did not - nay, will not - die in vain, grid willing. [Applause] Gentlemen, gentlemen - I, as leader, will use power like a drum, and leadership like a violin. Take out any idea. Compare ideas, with the one idea left we are left you have no doubt and without a doubt we have enthusiasm! Gentlemen, gentlemen, please, gentlemen - to make life whole, it's as easy as a bridge! Now, now, gentle- gentlemen, now that we have obtained control we must pull together as one - like a twin! Keeping the prophecy of power as enthusiasm! All for one!
All for one!
- and all for one!
All for one!
Let me hear it for me!
You're under arrest!” – The Firesign Theater